The northbound migration is in full swing at Mile Zero as I write this, the light-colored boats sporting brown mustaches from the tannin-rich waters of the blackwater rivers and swamps to the south.
Erewhon’s topsides needed painting this year but this time the reason was too important for a quickie DIY make-over. Boatyard pros had to handle this delicate assignment, which unfortunately did not turn out as well as expected (more about that in a bit), although the purpose of the painting exceeded all expectations.
Sometime in murky August, a maritime apparition reminiscent of a Chesapeake past will materialize through the summer haze — a vessel to be noticed and admired sailing out of Annapolis. Look for three sails set on a ketch rig, slightly raked aluminum spars and an extra-long bowsprit with rails.
Luring Bob Grieser into the fine sport of sailing was a great pleasure for me, especially when it changed his life and he went on to exceed all expectations. That former newspaper copy boy is now an international yachting photographer, and sailors everywhere are the better for it because of his dramatic images.
Last Nov. 1, after my eight days in the hospital ended, I made an April 4 entry in my 2014 calendar notebook that posed this question: “Will I be sailing on this day?” The question can now be answered: Yes.
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